Page 70 of Dirty Play

“Were you hoping I’d punch him?” I smirk.

“No, but I expected you to be a little bit of an asshole, at least. You were charming.”

“Charming, huh?” I drag a hand over my hair. “You think I’m charming, Liv?”

She blinks like she just realized what she said. “That’s not…”

“Why are you blushing?” I furrow my brows with a smile.

“I am not.” She makes a frustrated noise in the back of her throat.

“You are.” I take a slow step toward her, crowding her just enough that she has to tilt her chin to keep glaring at me. “Should I behave more often? Or would you miss my bad attitude?”

“I wouldlovefor you to behave more often.” Livia glares, but there’s no real heat behind it.

“You seemed to like my bad behavior yesterday.” I grin.

She presses her lips together to keep herself from smiling, but her cheeks betray her, turning pink.

And fuck, it makes her even cuter.

I reach up, toying with the end of her blonde hair before I tuck a loose strand behind her ear.

“Let’s go.” I take her hand, leading her to my car, knowing the club still hasn’t sorted out the leasing on hers.

“Go where?”

“I’ll drop you off,” I offer as I unlock my Porsche.

“Rowan…” Her brows pull together.

“After you.” I hold the door open for her.

She suspiciously eyes me but slides into the seat anyway, and I don’t miss the way her lips purse as she fights back a smile.

As soon as I shut her door and round the car, I can already feel her staring at me.

“What?” I ask as I slide into the driver’s seat.

“Why do I feel like you’re up to something?” She narrows her eyes.

“I wanna have dinner with my favorite PR rep after a successful interview,” I say as I pull out of the lot.

“I’m theonlyPR rep you have,” Livia scoffs.

“Exactly.”

She exhales, shaking her head, but I can tell she’s fighting back another smile.

The drive is quiet except for the occasional chirp of Livia’s phone as she answers emails and arranges more interviews for the rest of the team. I can feel her stealing glances at me from time to time, but she doesn’t question where we’re going. Not yet.

It’s only when I turn into the long, private driveway and pass the security that she stiffens.

I don’t say anything. I just keep driving up toward the house.

Livia slowly lowers her phone.

“Um.” She glances around, taking in the massive, gated entrance and long stretch of pavement leading to my house. “Rowan?”

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